Andromeda
“I have just the thing to make you relax,” Julia said. Then she turned to her kneeling slave and said, “Ivan, our new guest needs to be comforted.”
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Anna looked over the table and caught only a glimpse of Ivan’s unruly blond hair and the rippling muscles down his back as he crawled under the edge of the tablecloth. Then, a moment later, she felt his tender hands caress her knees. She felt his kiss on her thigh. Anna's reaction was to shut her legs and push back her chair.
“Don't worry,” Julia said, taking Anna's two hands into her own. Her hold was gentle yet firm, preventing Anna from pulling her chair back any further.
Another slave, at the order of the woman sitting to her right, stood behind Anna and started gently massaging her shoulders.
Under the table, Ivan spread Anna's legs apart with his firm but gentle push. She felt the kiss of his lips work their way up her inner thigh. She gulped. She looked up to lock eyes with Julia again.
Anna couldn’t read Julia's expression. It seemed like Julia was drinking in her soul. Anna felt a kiss on her pussy. It was a gentle kiss, but nonetheless it made her jump. She felt the teasing of his lips then his tongue circle her. Anna shuddered. She didn't even know what he looked like, except for that brief view of his back as he disappeared under the table.
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Would Uri have been bothered by this kind of under the table, anonymous sex? Anna thought not. It would probably have thrilled him. She gasped as Ivan took her clit between his lips sending Anna's thoughts into disarray, distracting her from what Uri may or may not have done.
The slave standing behind her continued his gentle massage on her back and shoulders. Another slave fed her a ripe strawberry. Julia smiled. The whole table of women was watching her now.
“No,” Anna moaned. Now Ivan’s fingers were probing into her, exploring her moist inner treasures. His tongue circled her pearl, teasing and playing with it, sending Anna into a frenzy.
Anna tried to close her legs, shutting her sweet tormentor away from her. But that slave didn't let her; he was too strong and well-versed at these arts. Anna felt her body start to shudder. Then she felt her anonymous lover enter her with his tongue. Anna let out a moan. She held her breath. She clenched Julia's hands like she was crushing two rocks in her grip. She started to get dizzy.
Anna didn't want to come with all these women and their slaves shackled to the wall looking on. But, she couldn't help it. Ivan’s ministrations were too persuasive. It was a weakness she always had, and it always lead to one downfall or another. But now that she was dead and in Valhalla, she could all admit that without any self remorse. And orgasms here were twice as vivid as they were on Earth.
Anna screamed. Anna writhed. Anna struggled to free her hands of Julia's grip. Her tormentor, this slave under the table didn't stop.
“He's making me come!” Anna murmured to Julia as she shuddered in the throes of an Asgard-shattering orgasm.
When she was spent, Anna slumped back on her chair and the slaves around her attended to her by pouring a fresh flagon of wine.
“Wow,” Anna said with a content sigh. “Can I really be dead?”
“Only Odin can tell you that,” Julia said. She released Anna's hands.
No one had given me a definite answer, yet, Anna thought.
“Can you tell the difference between who is dead and who's not?” she asked.
“Sometimes it's obvious. But with you ...” Julia shook her head.
Should Anna confess that she'd killed Uri? Not to mention betraying and abandoning him? After all this woman, whom she had barely met, had just shared her personal slave. It was obvious from the start that she still cared very much for the man she left behind. And the only thing she wanted for Uri was a woman who would understand him.
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The scene she saw was very different than the rowdy chorus of burly Viking warriors. They were all slumped over the tables or passed out on the floor. Some were sleeping in the arms of the sex slaves and wood nymphs. Those that still hung on, were slurring bawdy Viking love songs with ale sloshing from half-empty flagons.
Then Anna heard a rooster crow.
“This way, my dear one,” the Valkyrie guarding the alcove said as she ushered Anna towards door. “The night is over. The feast has ended.”
Anna made her way out the closest door among the mass of hung-over Vikings. Some were so drunk they had to be held up by the shoulders of their comrades. She flowed along with the stumbling, staggering bodies until she found herself outside in the Asgard morning air. She realized she was alone with nowhere to go from here. All the familiar faces at her table were lost in the dispersing crowd. Even if she could find them, she wasn't sure she could face Julia right now. For the first time in Asgard, Anna felt lost and alone.
She wandered up the path — the path she'd come down last night. After a while, all of the night’s revelers congealed into groups that were receding from her in all directions. Then she came to a fork in the path. One branch would take her up a hill, the other, down into a valley. She didn’t remember which way she came from last night. Instead of wandering off and passing inadvertently through a hole in space and time, she turned to go back to Valhalla.
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“Hey, pssst,” she heard a woman’s voice calling. “Come here, you seem lost.”
Anna looked around to see who was speaking to her. Just off the valley branch of the path was one of Asgard’s effervescing hot pools. A group of men and women were just settling in.
The woman who called to her, a redhead with a fiery mane running down her back, waved at Anna as she stepped into the pool. Her bottom was crisscrossed with cane marks. She was one of the slaves who were served up for the night’s entertainment. And with the caning marks across her rump, she had been used for much more than plain sex.
Yep, just like being Uri’s sex slave. Only here, everything heels with a soak in a pool and the slaves are ready to do it all over again.
Anna slipped into the water to join them. She tentatively sat down, not sure if she really belonged with them.
“Are you a new slave?” the redhead asked.
“No, I don’t know what I am.” Anna tried to smile when she answered. “If it helps, the Valkyries seated me at a table of women warriors.”
“Oh, a Fallen Worthy,” one of the other girls said.
“In life, I was a sex slave, too,” Anna offered. “For a while, anyways.”
“Not to worry, we’re all equals here in the pool,” the redheaded woman said, smiling at Anna as if she were a kindred.
As she spoke, the girl's friend, a brawny male-slave, dunked her into the bubbling hot pool. He then dived under himself. They both came up laughing to take a big breath.
Anna watched these two kiss and slide chin deep into the bubbling water. Then she watched the other slaves break off into couples and threes. Soon intertwined bodies writhed in the pool as the slaves ground themselves against each other.
The red-headed slave girl and her brawny friend floated over to her, one on each side.
“Ever do that as a slave?” the girl asked pointing her chin to a particularly active threesome.
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“Yeah,” Anna said, not knowing which of the two she should keep an eye on. She was suspicious that they both wanted to be more than just friends.
“How many slaves did your master keep?” the girl asked.
“There were three of us,” Anna said quietly, mesmerized by all the intertwined bodies in various permutations and combinations.
The couple took hold of one of Anna’s arms each and pinned her against the side of the pool.
Anna felt their tender caresses along her thighs under water. Then she felt their hands creep closer towards her delta.
She felt the bubbling hot waters rejuvenate her and in the process, pique her sexual interest all over again. “Yep,” she though, “a never-ending orgy, just like with Uri.” She felt the lips of her two lovers circle her nipples as she floated in the pool, well on her way to another orgasmic frenzy in Asgard.
… to be continued …
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